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"
I
can
answer
it
,
"
he
said
.
"
I
can
tell
you
who
is
John
Galt
.
"
"
Really
?
Everybody
seems
to
know
him
,
but
they
never
tell
the
same
story
twice
.
"
"
They
’
re
all
true
,
though
—
all
the
stories
you
’
ve
heard
about
him
.
"
"
Well
,
what
’
s
yours
?
Who
is
he
?
"
"
John
Galt
is
Prometheus
who
changed
his
mind
.
After
centuries
of
being
torn
by
vultures
in
payment
for
having
brought
to
men
the
fire
of
the
gods
,
he
broke
his
chains
and
he
withdrew
his
fire
—
until
the
day
when
men
withdraw
their
vultures
.
"
The
band
of
crossties
swept
in
wide
curves
around
granite
corners
,
clinging
to
the
mountainsides
of
Colorado
.
Dagny
walked
down
the
ties
,
keeping
her
hands
in
her
coat
pockets
,
and
her
eyes
on
the
meaningless
distance
ahead
;
only
the
familiar
movement
of
straining
her
steps
to
the
spacing
of
the
ties
gave
her
the
physical
sense
of
an
action
pertaining
to
a
railroad
.
A
gray
cotton
,
which
was
neither
quite
fog
nor
clouds
,
hung
in
sloppy
wads
between
sky
and
mountains
,
making
the
sky
look
like
an
old
mattress
spilling
its
stuffing
down
the
sides
of
the
peaks
.
A
crusted
snow
covered
the
ground
,
belonging
neither
to
winter
nor
to
spring
.
A
net
of
moisture
hung
in
the
air
,
and
she
felt
an
icy
pin
-
prick
on
her
face
once
in
a
while
,
which
was
neither
a
raindrop
nor
a
snowflake
.
The
weather
seemed
afraid
to
take
a
stand
and
clung
noncommittally
to
some
sort
of
road
’
s
middle
;
Board
of
Directors
’
weather
,
she
thought
.
The
light
seemed
drained
and
she
could
not
tell
whether
this
was
the
afternoon
or
the
evening
of
March
31
.
But
she
was
very
certain
that
it
was
March
31
;
that
was
a
certainty
not
to
be
escaped
.
